Category Archives: Autumn

THE SANDS OF TIME FLOW INTO WINTER

The hour glass allows the sands to run– it doesn’t ask what you might want. . . Right through the eight-shaped bulbs grains flow straight down, and curve into a rounded heap, be it in fog light flat or intermittent … Continue reading

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EYE OPE TO EYE SHUT

From eye ope to eye shut, and eye shut to eye ope, the sun doth rise and cuts its arc the world round through varied kinds of skies, and then the stars, our sister worlds, and our bright smiling moon, … Continue reading

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I’LL LET NOT DUSK

I’ll not let dusk leave me here in the dust. Nor fall, the steep descent of autumn. I’ll pry the stubborn, creaky door, with late day sun my eye to bless, and I’ll break out and put my feet smarts … Continue reading

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A GENTLE DUSTING OF THE NASCENT WINTER’S SNOW

Rain at the bottom. . . the dusk of summer’s blush segues to autumn. . . the peak receives a gentle dusting of the nascent winter’s snow. Still green, the high up forest contracts, awaits the coming gusts, which foreshadow … Continue reading

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RED AND GREEN AND BROWN AND GOLD

There is the red and green and brown and gold, fall shrinking leaves, which people beautifully that pair of Western Redbush trees that, catching slanting autumn light, shone from behind, do kiss my eyes. . . These trees I see … Continue reading

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THURSDAY 30

The square says 30, it’s a Thursday, outside it’s pretty. . . the music felt on earth, in sky and sun and air, in swinging arms and striding legs, singing reflex kept quite calmly, quietly in check, a peaceful break … Continue reading

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SATURDAY SINKING INTO SENTIENCE

Saturday. .. sinking into sentience, shrinking regret and petty penitence, to let heart flower in its way. . . remembering one’s deep importance, as, almost imperceptibly the August day before us glib and glorious dawns, waxes, wanes and shortens, awaiting … Continue reading

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